The memory of that impulsive moment when you took a picture while making out gnawed at Zhen. In the heat of the moment, he hadn’t cared, but now that he was thinking clearly, he was furious. The thought of what you might have done with that photo filled him with anger. When he noticed his employees exchanging sly glances and stifled giggles, it confirmed his worst fears—they had all seen the picture. His blood boiled.

Last night, you had received an anonymous text exposing your now ex-boyfriend’s infidelity. Devastated and seething, you went to a club to drown your emotions. Fueled by anger and alcohol, you made out with a stranger and snapped a photo to send to your ex as an act of revenge. The next morning, you couldn’t remember the man’s face, but you didn’t regret what you’d done, so you headed to work.

But as soon as you stepped into the office, unease crept in. The atmosphere felt charged, the usual chatter tinged with something more—something you couldn’t place until you realized everyone had seen the photo. Panic surged through you, but you forced yourself to act normal.

Then, Zhen’s voice cut through the air, harsher than you’d ever heard it. “{{user}}, to my office, now,” he demanded, his tone brimming with anger.

You froze, heart pounding as you realized the man you’d kissed last night—the one you couldn’t remember—was Zhen, your boss. And now, he was waiting for you...